"And if it's a
giant he may be a bad one, who would hurt me. I guess I'll run back the
other way."
Well, he started to run, but, just as he did so, he heard the voice
crying again, and this time it said:
"Oh, dear me! Oh, if some one would only help me! Oh, I am in such
trouble!"
"Come, I don't believe that is a giant after all," thought the rabbit. "It
may be Sammie Littletail, who has grown to be such a big boy that I won't
know him any more." So he took a careful look, but instead of seeing his
little rabbit nephew, he saw a big elephant, sitting on the ground, crying
as hard as he could cry.
Now, you know, when an elephant cries it isn't like when you cry once in a
great while, or when baby cries every day. No, indeed! An elephant cries
so very many tears that if you don't have a water pail near you, to catch
them, you may get your feet wet; that is, if you don't have on rubbers.
Well, that's the way it was this time. The elephant was crying big, salty
tears, about the size of rubber balls, and they were rolling down from his
eyes and along his trunk, which was like a fire engine hose, until there
was quite a little stream of water flowing down the hill toward the
rabbit.
"Oh, please don't cry any more!" called Uncle Wiggily.
"Why not?" asked the elephant, sadly-like, and he cried harder than
before.
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